Poems begining by A
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A Letter To My Aunt
© Dylan Thomas
A final word: before you start
The convulsions of your art,
Remove your brains, take out your heart;
Minus these curses, you can be
A genius like David G.
A Child's Christmas In Wales
© Dylan Thomas
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound
except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember
whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve
nights when I was six.
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
© Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
Away from Home are some and I --
© Emily Dickinson
Away from Home are some and I --
An Emigrant to be
In a Metropolis of Homes
Is easy, possibly --
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --
© Emily Dickinson
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --
Dyes -- said He -- have I --
Could disparage a Flamingo --
Show Me them -- said I --
Aurora is the effort
© Emily Dickinson
Aurora is the effort
Of the Celestial Face
Unconsciousness of Perfectness
To simulate, to Us.
At leisure is the Soul
© Emily Dickinson
At leisure is the Soul
That gets a Staggering Blow --
The Width of Life -- before it spreads
Without a thing to do --
At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left --
© Emily Dickinson
At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left --
Oh Jesus -- in the Air --
I know not which thy chamber is --
I'm knocking -- everywhere --
At last, to be identified!
© Emily Dickinson
At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!
Ashes denote that Fire was --
© Emily Dickinson
Ashes denote that Fire was --
Revere the Grayest Pile
For the Departed Creature's sake
That hovered there awhile --
As willing lid o'er weary eye
© Emily Dickinson
As willing lid o'er weary eye
The Evening on the Day leans
Till of all our nature's House
Remains but Balcony
As we pass Houses musing slow
© Emily Dickinson
As we pass Houses musing slow
If they be occupied
So minds pass minds
If they be occupied
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
© Emily Dickinson
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Vulture teased
Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys
As the Tiger eased
As subtle as tomorrow
© Emily Dickinson
As subtle as tomorrow
That never came,
A warrant, a conviction,
Yet but a name.
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
© Emily Dickinson
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show --
So fairy -- so fictitious
The individuals do
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
© Emily Dickinson
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
So differ Life and Death
In positive Prospective --
The Foot upon the Earth
As One does Sickness over
© Emily Dickinson
As One does Sickness over
In convalescent Mind,
His scrutiny of Chances
By blessed Health obscured --
As old as Woe --
© Emily Dickinson
As old as Woe --
How old is that?
Some eighteen thousand years --
As old as Bliss
How old is that
They are of equal years
As if the Sea should part
© Emily Dickinson
As if the Sea should part
And show a further Sea --
And that -- a further -- and the Three
But a presumption be --
As if I asked a common Alms
© Emily Dickinson
As if I asked a common Alms,
And in my wondering hand
A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,
And I, bewildered, stand --
